I used to think getting lost in Venice was some kind of poetic rite of passage. The alleys are a maze, sure, but the truth is, I wasn’t wandering—I was just lost. My phone died by noon. Every canal looked the same. The map was useless, and so was my sense of direction. I sat on a stone step, feet aching, surrounded by tourists who all seemed to know where they were going. I wanted to love it. I wanted to feel changed. Instead, I felt invisible, out of sync with the city and myself. Sometimes travel isn’t about finding new places—it’s about admitting you’re still a little lost, no matter where you are. #Travel #TravelConfessions #LostInTranslation